Grommet, grommet, grommet…mission accomplished, thirteen, slightly odd tags completed as planned, I will put my grommet tool away….for now. The tags are all tucked snugly into a galvanized tin on the coffee table, waiting…..
British Army trainees exercising on a vintage French calling card; Heart Stimulant tablets, for obvious reasons; and a bus ticket stub the grommet hides the number 13.
Antique bees on French typography; a dancing girl in stop motion and an Eiffel Tower faux-postage stamp all affixed on a Post Card from World War I. On the postcard Juliette from Belgium, is beseeching her Canadian lover Harvey, to reply to her outpourings of love in previous cards… to no avail. Alas Harvey, the scoundrel, has received many such post cards from other European lasses unbeknownst to Juliette. I happen to be in possession of his collection that he kept all his life…perhaps as a reminder of his wild days during the war, having settled for a life of conventionality in a small Canadian town. Thank you to Lori for gifting me her Uncle Harvey’s post card collection. I promised Lori that I would be kind to Juliette as she had written so many unrequited messages.